Divas Prison Ch43

Sasha Banks took a deep breath. Then another. And another. It wasn't often she had to work up the courage to do the same job she had done many times in the past. In a way, it wasn't the same job. She'd been well paid to remove enemies of her employer, Stephanie McMahon, on a number of occasions, but never while being one of 'America's Most Wanted Women'. That was the term they had used in the paper she had picked up. Her and the Bellas. The only good part about the article was that it was on page six, after being the headline for days. It's one of the reasons she had dared to venture outside. That and the fact she had to complete this job before her target called a big press conference that was now only a few days away.

Dixie Carter certainly had the support of a strong candidate for Governor. Sasha had seen plenty of posters, lawn signs and media support for her campaign. This meant she had the security that goes with it. Sasha had broken into secure buildings and estates before, but it had usually been with the task of obtaining something, rather than taking down a target. Despite this, she had put as much of her usual preparation into it as she could.

She had watched the security guards patrol the grounds, looking for weakness. She had scouted for the location of as many cameras as she could spot, she had gotten as much information about the layout of the house as possible. There wasn't much more that could be done, everything else was down to chance.

'If you can't be good, be lucky.' Sasha thought to herself. Luck had almost always been the deciding factor in her work, good luck had made her job easier, and bad luck had often ended with her in jail, or having to take extreme measures to stay out of it. That was how she saw it anyhow. She knew that she had to take whatever measures were necessary this time. There was no room for error.

She checked her watch. 9:59pm. It was time. The night shift for security were due to start at ten and the previous crew would be making their way in to brief them and that would take at least a few minutes, giving her enough time to get in. Sasha scanned the streets, nice and empty. The ivy hanging down the wall was strong enough to take her very small frame, another advantage she used in many ways. She pulled herself to the top of the wall in only a few seconds and braced herself for the inevitable drop on the other side. Her positioning was spot on, and she landed right in between two thorn filled bushes. Sasha crouched down and surveyed the area, while smiling to herself that her luck was riding high so far. She was in a corner of the gardens. The estate was pretty large, the Carter family coming from money long before Dixie Carter went into politics. The gardens were going to be the best way to approach the house, the other route being to go past the pool, with no places to hide there if she needed it. The coast was still clear at this moment, so Sasha moved quickly across the grass, heading up some stone steps and under an arch into another grass area with plants, trees and bushes around the outside, this with a stone patio area, a large grill off to one side and furniture stacked up to one side, ready for a lot of guests that the family probably entertained regularly, especially since they would have been trying hard to grab as many votes as they could through whatever ways they had.

Sasha was going to cut across the grass again, when the whole area was suddenly lit up by two lights coming off the walls enclosing that area of the gardens. Sasha was barely able to take cover behind a bush before two guards walked into the area.

"Goddammed graveyard shift. Why are we always the ones who get them? I never agreed to this when I signed on for this detail." One of them said.

"Yeah, I know, the guy doing the schedules should be introduced to this." Said the other, taking his baton and making thrusting motions. "But it's a means to an end remember, when Miss C wins the election, we will get better schedules, better money and easy work in the State buildings."

"You mean if she wins, right? We might have backed the wrong horse you know."

"What, are you voting for McMahon?"

"God no, but he's always found a way to win elections, I've never voted for him, but he wins. He keeps this up, he will end up going to the White House or something."

"Ugh, what a revolting prospect, President McMahon. She'd better win, even if we do have to walk around in the dark for 8 hours for it to happen right?"

"Yeah ok, but you know we're missing the end of the game right?"

"I know, I know, who do you have winning it all this year?" Sasha watched as the two guards walked away from her, talking about some sports team or another, she had no idea which ones, or even which sport, but she couldn't have been more thankful to them for what she had learnt. One was the security lights. If she had taken even a couple more steps, she may have triggered the lights herself, giving the cameras, and those two guards a good look at her, and the alarm would have only been a few seconds behind it. One alarm call would get her target evacuated from the site, and the police would be there in minutes. The mission would be a failure, and even if she escaped almost certain capture, she'd have to deal with a very unhappy Stephanie. She also was able to see that the security were equipped with batons and tazer guns, meaning they could take her down close up or at distance. If she had to take out a guard, it had to be an instant knockout and without drawing any attention. She hoped not to have to take that challenge on, but it was good to be prepared and she already had ideas in her head for how to do it. She hadn't come unprepared for that eventuality.

The guards left the area and the security lights turned off. Sasha had planned her route to make sure that she didn't get into the sensors field. She was successful. And was now approaching the house.

There were two ways into the house on the side she was on. One going down into the basement, one up a few stairs into what looked like it was most likely the kitchen. The kitchen door was the faster way to find Carter, but with a lot more risk going into such a well used room, staying unseen being essential. The basement would offer cover, but almost certainly a longer route. Opting for speed, Sasha went past the staircase down, heading to the kitchen door but heard it open just before she took a step up.

'Again? You've got to be kidding me.' She thought to herself, trying to find another place to hide. This wasn't as simple a task as before as there were no bushes or objects to hide behind. Panic setting in, she did her best to force her frame into a opening under the steps, but was already full of other equipment.

Sasha saw the guy reach the bottom of the stairs. The good news for her was that this guy was in a suit, so wasn't part of the security team. However, if he turned her way, there wasn't much chance of him not spotting her. He'd be just as capable of ruining everything. Sasha didn't take her eyes off the guy as another voice rang out.

"Jeff! Where the hell are you?"

"Out here! Just getting some air!" He replied, as he lit a cigarette as someone else looked out the door.

"Well hurry it up will you! She's not listening to our ideas and stormed off. If we don't figure out a plan for this thing, we're all gonna get our asses fired!"

"Tell everyone to chill out. We can fix this. The food will be here soon anyway, maybe we need a break."

"Fine." Was the only response, with the person inside seemingly walking away as the man outside put all his focus into his cigarette. He looked up to the night sky, and turned directly in the direction that Sasha hoped he wouldn't. She readied herself, knowing that if he looked down before he turned away, the only way he'd miss her was if he was ignorant, or stupid. She got her answer right away.

"What the hell?" Was all he got out as he realised there was a person there. Sasha went straight for his legs, taking him down and then immediately getting an arm around his throat, her other hand covering his mouth and nose as she removed his oxygen supply. She dragged him down the basement steps as he struggled, but by the time they reached the bottom, his struggles, and breath, had both faded away to nothing.

Sasha was relieved to find the door to the basement unlocked, and the darkness found on the other side gave her a chance to rest, something she needed mentally and physically. Using a small light, she then dragged the body to a corner and found a sheet to cover it with.

Even with the light off, slow, ready movement was essential as it was impossible to know when someone may come in. As she reached the other basement door, she could hear the doorbell ring out. There was enough of a crack in the door to see the front door, so she watched. Another guy in a suit opened the door and took bags off the person at the door, who must have been their food delivery she had heard about. Suddenly there were people everywhere, searching through the bags for their own particular order. Most disappeared in the same direction, but one headed off, with more containers than could surely be for one person. Sasha saw him head to a staircase. Checking the other direction she followed him up the stairs at a distance. With several doors, all closed to chose from, a faint voice from behind one was the only clue. It was a male voice so she hoped it belonged to the assistant who was carrying the food. If it was anyone else, things were about to get messy.

As the door opened, Sasha readied herself and attacked the person coming through by driving the butt of her gun into the his face. The sound of bone breaking was the only one, not loud enough to carry as far as anybody else's ears, as the victim was knocked immediately unconscious. He fell backwards to the floor at the feet of a woman Sasha recognised right away as her target.

Dixie saw the gun in Sasha's hand, and tried to reach across her desk, to the panic button she had concealed in her drawer.

"Don't you move!" Sasha said. She didn't shout, as not to draw attention, but the tone in her voice was enough to stop her movement. "Hands where I can see them." Dixie obeyed the command, bringing her hand into view, just able to make a quick tap on the laptop on the desk, activating the built in camera.

"You're the one from the news, the one who escaped from prison. Why are you here? What do you want from me?" Dixie tried to remain calm and in control, but having a gun pointed at her was taking its toll.

"Shame, I had no idea who you were. And now I'll never know." Sasha raised the gun.

"No no no please, you don't want to do this, you said you don't know me, so why do you want to kill me?"

"I want my freedom, and this is the price I must pay." Dixie stood up from her chair, trying to be able to move out of the path of a bullet.

"To who? I'm a good person, I serve the people well, they want me to be Governor. Please, Miss Banks. Do the right thing. Give yourself up." Dixie realised that wasn't making an impact. "Ok ok. Leave and I won't contact the police till morning."

Sasha's expression didn't change once. "Sure you wouldn't. You'd hit that alarm before the door closed. And you're wrong. Not everyone wants you to be Governor."

Dixie didn't get the opportunity to respond. Sasha pulled the trigger as soon as she got the last word and a bullet hit Dixie right in the chest. She fell backwards into her chair as she looked at Sasha. Sasha could see fear in her targets eyes, but she had no time to show any mercy. She stepped forward, making aiming almost unnecessary. The second shot went into the centre of Dixie's forehead, making it absolutely certain that she was dead. Sasha listened out, but heard no commotion. The silencer on the gun, plus a room full of stressed out politicians devouring Chinese food, had been a sufficient distraction.

Now it was about a quick exit. It wouldn't be long before the body was found, and she needed to be at least back in her car by that point. Sasha looked out of the window and saw that she was over the gardens, so was on the right side of the house. The quickest way was straight down, there was no big drop involved, not that she couldn't have handled it if it had been necessary. She opened the window no more than was needed to get her slender frame through, slid through and lowered herself as much as possible before letting go to minimise the fall and the noise it would create. She then dropped off the off the ledge she was on, onto a picnic table and then back into the gardens. Looking around, the coast was clear. Either the guards weren't around, or they had been called. Sasha didn't think about which, she headed to the same corner of the estate she came in. There was a tree there that would help her get over the wall. It did its job perfectly. On top of the wall, Sasha had one last look around, apart from cars going past, there was nobody in sight, allowing her to drop down to the road, again using the ivy to help her. She was in the car and away as quickly as she could.

Once clear of the estate, Sasha picked up her phone.

"Hello?"

"It's me, I've done it."

"Yeah, you bet your ass you've done it. Get over here, now!"

"Now? Is that a good idea?"

"Well I don't need you bringing the police to my front door if that's what you mean. And get rid of this phone, I'll have a new one for you."

"Why? What's going on? Stephanie?" The line was dead. Sasha knew calling back was pointless, and threw the phone out of the car window as told. Moments later, she saw two police cars, lights flashing heading right towards her, there was nowhere to turn off, so she had to keep going, she got ready to do whatever was needed as the cars met on the road, and the police cars continued past her. Sasha breathed a sigh of relief, believing for the first time that she was in trouble she might not have been able to get through in one piece. They had to be on their way to the Carter estate, which means the alarm was raised. The best thing she could do was get over to Stephanie's meeting place as soon as possible.

She made good time, with not much traffic on the roads. This time she barely got through the door before Stephanie was on top of her.

"You moron! Did being locked up screw with your mind? You were never this sloppy before!"

"I did nothing sloppy. I had to kill a guy, but his body was hidden, another one as out cold, still was when I left, and the target was dead, no doubt about it."

"That's great, except for this." Stephanie said with such a fierce tone, there was no way she meant it. She handed her phone to Sasha who was then able to watch herself utter a few words, then fire her gun twice, before disappearing from view.

"Her laptop. It must have had a camera. Damn it." Sasha cursed herself for the mistake.

"Well the fact that every major media site already has 'Escaped Convict Murders Governor Candidate' as its headline and it'll be all over everything by the morning, makes me feel that this wasn't a completely successful operation."

Sasha frowned. "You better still be paying me. You wanted her dead, and she's dead."

"Oh, don't get your panties in a bunch, here." Stephanie said, tossing a bag to Sasha. Inside she found her full payment and a new phone. "But I don't see how you're going to disappear now. You thought you were public enemy number one before, now people would kill you before thinking about handing you over to the authorities. You've got a big problem."

Sasha hadn't had time to consider it, but her face on camera like that, with the high profile attention this was going to receive made it so much harder to keep herself hidden, and survive. She needed help. "I do, but you can solve it. I know you can. Do not ask me to beg."

"As much as that idea sounds good, no. You don't have to beg. This time anyway. I'll help you disappear, I'll be the only one who knows, but if I ever need you, you will be there. Is that a deal?"

As in any deal she ever made with get, Sasha had no choice. "Yes it's a deal."

Stephanie smiled for the first time that evening. "Good, because right now, I need you." Sasha tried to keep her rage down but had to say something. "Now? How can I help you now? I need to disappear for a long time, let this blow over before I can be effective to you again. I'm not going to be able to get near anyone right now."

"Well that's where you're wrong, this target is one that you will be able to get to. Arguably easier than anyone else I could call." Stephanie passed a folder to Sasha, who opened it, took a look, and dropped its contents all over the floor.

"No, Stephanie, please, you can't. I can't."

A/N: Thanks for reading.

I can't let a chapter go by without thanking all who follow/favourite, whether you've been with me for a while or new. And of course you who review, you're all the reason I enjoy this.

This felt a lot different to write. I hope I was able to create some level of suspense. I may try it again sometime if the response is good.